دمشقُ قلْ ما شئتَ في حسنِها

واحكِ عنِ الربوةِ ما تحكي

Damascus, say what you will of her beauty,

And tell of the meadow what tales it imparts,

فالطيرُ قد غنَّى على عودِهِ

في الروضِ بينَ الدفِّ والجنك

For the birds have sung sweetly their songs

In the garden amid lutes and hookahs